Unborn! Poem by Eric Cockrell
Unborn!
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the last crow flying
o'er this desolate land,
his call of distress
falls on deafened ears...
pools of oil, coal dust clouds,
poisons sprayed over the fields....
faceless bodies walk desperate streets,
in search of bread, water, hope....
the profiteers laugh in druglike trance...
and the children die, unborn!
Friday, November 4, 2011
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5/1/2024 8:51:22 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Global warming? Greenhouse effect? And humans still chase after the oil/money, destroying the future for generations to come. A poem for the world, to open their eyes and slow down building the tower of Babel!